The Sultan in Line; Vanished

Yssam Abdul is a young man who just arrived to America from Pakistan. There in Pakistan Yssam was the 2nd in line to become a Sultan. But due to a family debate turning into a feud, his parents flew to the U.S., to New York City.They spend the first 3 weeks in Manhattan at a nice hotel, but worried to be discovered by some enemies of their family they decided to live a low key life in Rochester, N.Y. a quiet small town where the Abduls where not known by anyone and where their son could live a normal suburban American life. It was 1968. Ysaam was enrolled in college, and in his last semester in college he met in a college raid a young a woman, whom he thought to be a hippy activist but instead was actually a shy foreign girl, named Mina who had moved from her native Puerto Rican island into Rochester and happened to be dragged into that raid, in a nearby college, by a couple of students she’d met sometime before in the neighborhood store where she worked part-time to take care of her 4 children. She was married but her husband was in jail, and she had to raise her children all by herself, so she had moved to the city of Rochester to start a new life for her and her children. For 1 1/2 years Mina and Yssam talked almost every day, but their friendship could not flourish since Mina was still married to the father of her four children and because Yssam parent’s would no approve of a white-puertorrican girl as the future bride for their only son who was in line to the Arab throne, once the present Tzar was out of power. Mina was a little ashamed to introduced Yssam to her family and few close relatives she had in N.Y. City. But after being confronted by her cousin Nora, she had to admit she was seeing a young man who’d recently came from the islands. She was referring from Puerto Rico and the Caribbean, being vage and lying about Yssam’s background, and when her cousin Nora and Yssam where properly introduced she only introduced him as her friend Sam from Jayuya, Puerto Rico. Nora noticed him to be a little dark for an olive skin “rican” and noticed that he did not speak Spanish well, but a hard accented English instead. Nora though he was from India and not from the islands, as Mina had said, but she did not wanted to upset her cousin with her ideas. Mina had already a lot of troubles in her plate, one of them having her husband in jail and having to take care for 4 young children one them being only few years old.

Nevertheless, Mina and Yssam decided to not listen to reason or their fears and moved together into a nice co-op in the City, near the children’s new school and Yssam’s work as a Dentist Assistant. Mina stayed home and took care of the house. While cleaning the chandeliers in her vaulted ceiling living room, she thought that it was the first time in years, that she did not needed to work for a living. Since she was 14 yrs. old she had to work as maid, cook, or store clerk, or anything else she could find that would put a decent meal on her family’s table. But thanks to Sam as everyone now called him, she was feeling secure and protected. He would care for her children and their two children they had together, while she studied at nights, and he was happy doing so, even though some nights he felt he could not handle the childrens’ cry or their shrieking loud voiced demanding food, toys or games from him, while he only wanted to watch some T.V. and relax. Instead, he had to change diapers, heat up baby formula, make dinner and feed the younger children. He would go almost nuts, but never violent with his family. He would rather leave the older children watching after the young ones and go for long walks to Central Park, until it was time Mina would be home, so he would meet her near the Subways and walk home with her holding hands like they did when they had 1st met and dated. Other times they would stop at a nearby Italian “Pizzeria” and have some coffee and donuts together, while their oldest child, who was now 15 would watch her siblings and make them sleep. Mina was extremely happy with him. Sam would provide for her and her children as he had promised, and so he did until one day after their 2nd child together was born, he disappeared from the face of the earth and not even his friend, his family, or his co-workers knew where he had gone or what happened to him. Mina could not close her eyes at night thinking if he was even alive, or maybe hoping that he had ran away with another woman, but that he was alive and safe. Some nights she couldn’t take the horrible pain in her chest and she would leave her children in the care of the eldest ones while she ran the streets, hospitals, and even pubs all over N.Y. City looking for her man, the man she loved and had been taken from her…or had he ran away from her or from someone else?

She now remembered how drastically he had changed since one night, around midnight, when he had received a strange call and minutes later he had gone outside and jump into a dark red car that was waiting for him and had gone way for a couple of hours with few tugs that were in that car. Sam was never the same. He was always drunk, violent. He came hum drunk and smelling like dope, woman, and, buss. Mina remember seeing them before. The mysterious men that now seemed to have control over her man. They where arguing with him in front of Tito’s Pizzeria one night that Mina had to walk by herself back home from her night school. She had asked Sam later about those men but he was really vague and in a horrible mood so she didn’t pressed him for an answer. Now she was sure those men had something to do with his Sam being missing, but how to prove it since she didn’t even got to see their face, it was too dark that night and most lights were off, she could tell it was the same men because of the same red car, but she had nothing else to go to the police or to try to find him on her own…So after many months that turned into years she gave up looking for him. She also never stopped loving him despise his strange and unforgivable actions during those last months, before he mysteriously vanished from the face of the earth.

Years later Mina returned back to her old home in Puerto Rico, along with her children. She had given up on looking for Sam, and trying to find him, but she never gave up waiting for him to return to her one day, to find her, and be the same loving man she always remembered and forever loved. Sadly the day came when Mina was very ill, in her dead bed, still hoping he would finally show up…And after seeing “The light” and seeing him behind it, stretching her hand out to her, she smiled and closed her eyes. Mina and Yssam are together again, forever in heaven…

The End

(PS This is a fiction story, any relation w/ a real life story is just a coincidence, any confusions on your part if this is a real life story or not means you are Stupid.)




FL. Kennedy Space Center in Danger of Shutting Down?

Here is what NASA has to say:

“In light of recent events and the uncertainty of future Ares V requirements for fiscal year 2011 and beyond, it is in NASA’s best interest to cancel the current solicitation,” Byron W. Butler, a NASA procurement officer, wrote to interested contractors March 11.

The “recent events” Butler referred to include (President) Obama’s proposal to have the space agency rely on private rocket companies to ferry astronauts and cargo to the International Space Station on fixed-price contracts. Money now planned for Constellation would be spent on research and development of new technologies to one day take humans to the moon, nearby asteroids or Mars.

Orlando Sentinel. NASA shutters Constellation program even as lawmakers fight closure. (date 6/21/2010)
by By Robert Block and Mark K. Matthews, Orlando Sentinel, March 22, 2010,0,7674805.story

NASA Funding Strategy for Future Space life-

Orlando FL- Tuesday, June 22, 2010

by Evelyn “Eva” Rodriguez

A series of important representatives from Florida gov., Congress, and such, as well as key employees from the Kennedy Space Center in Orlando FL. where discussing today the importance of diversifying central Florida jobs and the economy, also the importance of the insuance of job to not only help Florida’s economy but the worldwide economy as well, as it was put by a FL. Senate Representative present there. One of the speakers was Shana Roberts KSC Director. She discussed the immediate need for work in a variety of areas, energy, and such. She mentioned today that NASA could take advantage of the resources they already have in the East Coast at the KSC, like the have done for the West Coast. She also mentioned the chance of local planning and focus groups to compliment their meeting in Washington. (Follow-up meetings, I imagine to see results). Ms Roberts also mentioned the Russian issue, and transportation issues, and local staff force problems. These questions were addressed by the NASA panel and she was assured her expertise would be used and needed, and job would be implemented. Many others discussed the importance of supporting small and brand new businesses to bring employment to the Space Center and the local area. Also to assure long term stability to their present staffs, since some where considering relocating to other areas, such as Tallahassee or S.C. More suggestions where made to the board to help people get started in creating and inventing things with some capital help. The meeting concluded with guarantees made by the NASA panel that the Center jobs where remaining open and even stronger opportunities would be open in the near future. That was important since the Kennedy Space Center is in need of immediate results and also immediate funds to keep creating programs once the current ones are finished and to be able to keep their present employees working there.

Any help for the Florida Kennedy Space Center can be given by contacting them directly through their site: Kennedy Space Center, Orlando FL.

I’m sure they’ll appreciate any type of support.

Evelyn Eva Rodriguez-Lallave
Tampa Bay FL./ Blogger

Kennedy Space Center, Orlando FL.

Writer’s Discount—

Believing in Love at First Sight

Believing in Love at First Sight (Romance Sensual Novel, not appropriate for minors.)

Marge opened the door of the bar, called Arizona Bar & Grill. It had little or no resemblance at all to the “Old West”, but it had a good ambiance and friendly people enjoying a quiet conversation. She looked around the place and then went straight to the bar. She ordered a margarita, her favorite drink. Submerged in her inner thoughts she drank her drink slowly enjoying it and enjoying her time alone. This was one of the rarest times Marge was able to have a drink alone.

Going to Arizona bar was one of the few moments Marge had for herself. She was always around people and occupied with her extremely busy schedule. She was an overworked executive at her father’s billionaire software company, Merlin, named after one of their prominent late ancestors. Marge did not needed to work for a living, but she always felt she was responsible for the company she will be heir of one day. She had worked her life off for the company for many years. She was now 36 but she felt as she was a lot much older.

Her mother had died giving birth to Marge little sister, Emma. Since then Marge became the soul of the family, taking care of her little and only sister, and helping around in the company. She had almost run the company for the last 15 years since her father had a car accident, five years after their mother died, and became partially paralyzed. She became in charge of most pf her father’s responsibility until he recovered completely. She quickly learned everything and in less than a year, she was already running most of her father’s affairs. Sometime later Marge became the Vice President after the former one left abruptly, not to happy with her involvement with the company. She enjoyed helping and working with her father, and seeing everyday her fiancé Thomas, who was her father’s lawyer. However, that night she had promised herself that the only thing on her mind was going to be her, and no one else. Not Thomas, her fiancé, nor her father or his company.

Submerged in her inner thoughts she drank her drink slowly enjoying her time alone. She hadn’t planned to got there it had all been a last minute impulse, but was determined to make the best out of it. The night smelled like wild flowers, and the music, played by a local band, was soft and romantic. She thought for a moment that it was a mistake being there alone. The soft light, coming from a small orange candle on the table, shadowed her face making it look younger and beautiful as the beautiful young girl in the vintage picture of her office with her head tilted towards the table and dark hair covering the opposite side of her face. Marge’s hair fell over one side of her face and shoulders, just like a beautiful silk shall, as in the painting hanging on the wall above her.

Playing with the salted border of her large glass Marge ignored that someone had been staring at her from a short distance. She raised her eyes to give another look around before she finished her drink and go home. At that very moment, her eyes met with the most beautiful and magnetic eyes she had ever seen. And she could not move.

Andy had seen her arrive and could not help it but admire the beautiful woman she was. His blue eyes were glued to her and he wondered why she was there alone. He realized she saw him and greeted her from the distance with a slight movement of the head, almost like a bow, in exchange Marge responded with a smile. He soon forgot the interesting conversation he was having with a friend over a game and walked over to her.

He was a very handsome man and while Andy walked towards her and she was impressed of his well built figure. Like a perfect Roman sculpture. His to tight boot cut jeans were molded over his body as if he had slide inside them covered in butter in order to get in them, something Marge would love to do too. They left very little to the imagination, and Marge blushed for having a wild mental vision of that man totally naked waking to her.

Andy lighted a cigarette. He did not offer her one. She asked him for a cigarette. It would keep her hands from trembling, she thought. Andrew asked the normal questions in situations like that a man would ask, “What’s your name?”, “You come here often?” questions she happily answered. He offered her another drink and she happily accepted it.
Marge did not drink much and after her second drink, she started feeling a little woozy, as she had feared. However, she did not mind it at all on the contrary she was having a very good time. Sitting there with an extremely attractive man with a blond hair that favored his face, and a maddening body wasn‘t what she had had in mind that afternoon. She assumed by looking closely at him that he would be on his early 20’s. She was 35, yet she did not look her age.

Andy felt instantly attracted to her since he saw her standing by the bar. Like an angelical vision, with deep brown eyes and brunette curls that felt over her shoulders in a way he had not seen before. It resembled the beautiful ceramic dolls his sister collected and displayed inside a tall curio in her living room. He and his sister lived together in a small ranch style house. They had inherited the house from their parents after their fatal accident. Andy was the oldest. They were fraternal twins. Moreover, he took care of her when their parents died in a fatal cruise accident near Miami. They were only 16 and were left with nothing to survive only a small amount that his parents had saved in a bank, a small amount life insurance and an old bitten up house. Most of their income went off in paying off their house and some of their parents debts. During that period, he worked at a factory and that helped him pay his way through college along with a scholarship that was granted to him for being so successful at sports. He attended college at night after he finished high school. He graduated with honors majoring in International Business. He soon became a Junior Executive of Alliance and even though Andy was now 25, he still looked as if he was almost a teenager. And he felt like one too, sometimes. That was what attracted Marge, his bright eyes and his childish smile.

She did not mind dating younger guys. And dating was not something she was interested in at that moment. All she wanted was to have a little conversation and enjoy the night. But sitting there with an extremely attractive man with a great sexual appeal, a maddening body, and a very short cropped blond hair wasn’t what she had in mind either. Yet she was quite happy with the outcome of the evening. Little she new it was merely starting.

They were like a magnet to each other. They were drawn closer and closer as they talked and held each other’s hands. By then they had moved to a cozy table out side and the night fell over their shoulders. They could see the lights reflected on a lake nearby and the fool moon. He touched her hands softly as old friends do, while she was staring at the lake. He knew she was not like the other ones. She was a woman, not a cheerleader with blond braids and skimpy clothes. Marge was different, and he could tell by the way that she carried herself. She was not dressed overly sexy but her sheer black shirt made him sweat. He offered her a massage after she hinted being a little tired.

Soon his hands were flowing over her neck, her shoulders, down to her lower back, and then up again trough the insides of her shirt caressing her silky skin. He wanted to kiss that skin. He wanted to kiss her all over and could not resist the temptation to put his hands over her tights and rest them there for a while making small movements with them as they talked, caressing her, but without knowing it.

Marge was full aware of it, but she did not wanted him to stop touching her. She was feeling excited by the minute as they laughed over silly jokes, and stared hungrily at each other’s mouth. They were talking without words, only a gesture or a smile. Their hands were holding and they felt they had known each other forever. Their warm fingers were tangled and wouldn’t get loose. And when their lips finally met in a hard passionate kiss, the tension had being so hard, that it was released in an uncontrollable way. Their passion made them forget for a moment they were in a public place, until a cough next to them woke them up from that short spell. It was John, Andy’s friend, who hand in hand with a tall blond girl wanted to let Andy know he was leaving and didn’t needed a ride.

They both broke into a cheerful laugh and when most of the light by the lake were out they ran to Andy’s car holding their hand like school couples do. Once inside the car their hands were all over their bodies and their mouths were glued in a passionate kiss again. Marge forgot everything that had worried her that day and brought her there in the fist place. She wasn’t a “one night stand” person, but when he took her to his place to make love to her she didn’t hesitated for a second. To her it seemed so natural to be in his arms. She felt she belonged there, both of them naked and loving each other in his bed. She felt she that she belonged to someone, that she finally belonged.

Over his king size waterbed, all she could think of was him, Andy, nothing else mattered. In his arms, she even forgot her name. He kissed her in parts she’d never being kissed before making her legs tremble. She moved her hips a little forward to help him accommodate deeper inside her body. She wanted that since she first saw him and she knew he did too. Andy’s throbbing became faster as she moved her hips a little forward to help him get deeper inside her body. She wanted that since she saw him and she knew he did too. He moved faster and faster and faster until she pressed his hips tighter towards her body and they both exploded in a volcanic eruption of love, a love that had born the moment they laid eyes on each other. She didn’t new it yet, but she had fallen for him. He did too, but the difference that he recognized that feeling. A felling he thought he would never feel again.

Marge was reluctant to fall in love. She’d swear she would never fall in love again after her break up with her long-time boyfriend. He tried to kill her one night after he got home drunk. He had bitten her up so hard that she was in a hospital for two weeks. The first time he laid his hands on her was after they had returned from his company’s Christmas party a year before. He had a little to much to drink and after his insistence to make love to her and her refusal he slapped her on her face with his open hand tearing her upper lip. She thought that was never going to happen again, as he promised, but it happened repeatedly, each time harder than the fist one. He became aggressive each time she rejected him or confronted him. He would even slap her for no apparent reason, call her names and shove her against their furniture and wall, other times, when he was drunk or maybe drugged, he’ll try to strangle her, or pretend he would, only to see her terrified expression. He then would laugh at her marked body or bloodied face. But she has had enough. She would never be back with that evil man who would do anything to have her under his paws and power…

Marge realized she had gone to far when she found herself in Andy’s arm when she woke up, many hours later, in his room. It was to late now! She was trapped under his muscular body and her body didn’t want to be rescued. She wanted to stay like that forever. They made love again. This time he made love to her softly. She loved felling his slow throbbing again and again, and his ardent kisses all over her body. Next morning they made love to each other again, this time with a vengeance and wild passion she hadn’t felt in many years. She bitted her lips not to scream any louder when his lips who were a vacuum sucked hard on her skin absorbing all her fluids with so much delight as if it were his favorite dessert. Marge had never felt so much passion and desire before, her love making experiences were nothing compared to this moment when this practically strange man held her in his arms and kissed her hard, or when he rolled over her in bed and loved her in a way none had ever done. He was something special. He was kind and rough, gentle and strong. He was experienced, yet he let her lead at times. And followed her hinted instructions. They felt that they knew each other their whole life and that they belonged with each other.

Andy was going crazy for her, he felt exploding in love. But he didn’t want it to be over. No. He laid her back on the bed, and slowly kissed her neck and her back ending on a small tattoo she had on her lower back. He then penetrated her body while she moaned each time he moved deeper and deeper inside her. He first moved slowly, but to her insistence, he then moved faster, and faster. He moved hard but carefully, not wanting to hurt her. He wanted to treat her like the most delicate rose or a delicate dish he wouldn’t want to break. Afterwards, when their volcano of love had finally erupted, hugging each other they fell asleep…

“I have to go now”, said Marge picking up her jeans from the floor and struggling with its zipper. Andy grabbed her hand and kissed it tenderly. He was sad she had to go so soon. He pulled her close to him and grabbing her face in his hands and then he kissed her. She bit his lips playfully. “You little brat”, yelled Andy laughing, and pulling her towards him. She was quick in releasing herself from him, before it was to late. A
He looked at her with a mischievous smile. Andy enjoyed staring at her beautiful flawless face. Marge finished buttoning her jeans struggling with them a little bit more, and then blowing a kiss to him, she disappeared through the door. It seemed as if everything had been a dream.

But her alarm clock went off. Marge threw a pillow at it trying to shut it up. That didn’t work. She pulled herself out of bed groaning and picked the alarm from the floor. When she looked at the time, she realized she’d missed the 11:00 a.m. Sunday mass. She knew her father wouldn’t be happy with that. They always walked together to her grandmother’s home mass. That was something special that they did each special occasion. This time it was her grandmother’s birthday and she was upset she has missed the Mass on her name, but she decided to meet her father and sister there at Granny Ellen’s home. She took a cold shower, fed Maximilian, her old, cat, got dressed in her exercise clothes and went for a short walk to think about everything that happened the night before. She had a lot in her mind to sort out. Later she changed into her street clothes, a casual white and blue flowery dress, and hilled white sandals and calling Milo their chauffer she head to Granny Ellen’s beach home.

To be Continued…

Short Novel in Progress…

(Short Story by Evelyn R.L.)

It was getting dark as the sun sat over the lake. Everything was very quiet inside the ranch style wash-white house that faced the now dark streets. Only one light was on, it was the dim yellowish light on an old light post that was tilted and almost falling down because our last storm. That night the rain was falling over the roof and ending down on the pavement and over the streets, as if it were pieces of broken glasses falling on the pavement.

The house seemed inhabited, but if you would peek through the windows, you could see that there was life inside there. Someone lived in that house, and it was a relatively young shy and quiet woman that lived there. She was sitting by a small lamp and petted her cat while holding a book over her trembling lap. The dim light coming from the lamp partially shadowed her face, and it made it look like one of Rembrandt’s paintings, half shadow and half-light. She had the same quiet and clam expression on her face, which you can always find in those paintings and in small kittens too.

So calm was her expression that it could have being mistaken for sadness. And it was; it was the outer shell of her sadness and a lot more. But she did not speak much. Her neighbors barely noticed her as she walked by with her bag of groceries later after work or as she walk to her mailbox to pick up her mail. And she was glad no one bothered her, or interrupted her solitude. She had waited long enough for this freedom of being by herself, of being forgotten by the world that once had caused her so much pain. Being this new old person, her anonymous self had being the only solution to all her problems, her nightmares, the only way she had of fighting for her ideals, the only cowardly way of running away…

She loved her house though, and her tranquil neighborhood. She also loved the trees that surrounded her large house; it seemed they wanted to hide her house inside them. But in a way she disliked her small town, her small windows, and her small life.
She missed part of her old life. She missed the man she loved so much, and she missed her children that visited her once a month, but that lived so apart from her…

Ms. Edith had being a famous Italian-Spanish pianist and artist who once was part of The Blenheim Music Circle in London. Now she was a simple home-wife waiting for her husband Marcos, a retired Mortgage Broker, to return home from one of his hunting trips with his friends in Ocala. Marcos always thought that Florida was a good place to retire to, on his early retirement at the age of 49. He was born in the late 50’s and was now 49. They’d lived there, in a small town named Saint Petersburg for almost a year since they left Manhattan. It was a big change for Edith who was now only 43 and the peak of her mature life, but she constantly felt as if she was at the end of her life.

Their children where still in NY. Ethan was 21 years old and was on his last year of college at Princeton, an commuted every day to his older sister’s house; He wanted to be a TV Producer or Video Game developer wasn’t making up his mind at the moment. Marie, his sister and the oldest child, who was 27 years old, was already a Professor of Art and Humanities at Columbia. Tara, the youngest and wilder was now 26. She was an environmental Journalist and Activist. He moved form NY to Cali and back to NY. She was now living with her partner in Soho, where most artist and environmentalists live. Edith was very proud of her grown children and very happy for their choices in life but missed them so much specially now that they were so distant from each other, but geographically speaking only. The children were inseparable and most of the time they would call each other and also recently they where calling her often. They were planning in visiting her and Marcos Edwardo in Florida for the first time since they moved back to NY, during their Spring vacation. It wasn’t that far since then, but to Edith it seemed a lifetime, being away from her children was the hardest thing.

It was autumn now, she noticed as she closed the shades. She though about the orange and tan trees of North Carolina, the small long roads of Concord and the Library in Downtown Charlotte. She remember herself walking to the bus station on an early winter, she remember her 1st snow in Charlotte, so different and so similar as the 1st snow she ever saw in NY, while returning from a touring trip to the Statue of Liberty, hand in hand with her husband Marcos. How much they had loved each other, how much they had laughed and enjoyed each other company’s. But this night as the curtains where run and her lamp was off, her large house seemed to lonely and to big for a simple quiet woman. So she turned on the radio, on an old station and she sang as tears as pearls or clear glass decorated her face…


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All stories published here are copyrighted by Evelyn Rodriguez-Lallave.
Published Author of Grieving, Poems From a Gypsy Soul,(1 & 2 Ed.), and Alma Gitana; Cartas y Poemas de Eva Luna.